Now the Parson had a pair to wed
As the Hounds came full in view
He tossed his surplice over his head,
And bid them all adieu!
But all my fancy dwelt on Nancy,
So he cried, Tally-ho!
So he cried, Tally-ho!
Oh! never despise the soldier-lad
Though his station be but low,
Though his station be but low,
Though his station be but low.
But all my fancy dwells on Nancy,
So I’ll cry, Tally-ho!
